Never Look A Gift Horse in the Mouth

It took years of whining but Mom finally got me a pony.
It was my best birthday ever.
I named my new pony “Steve.”

I combed him and walked him.
I put feed out for him.
I said, “Let’s eat, Steve!”

Then, I tried to look in his mouth.
I had never seen a pony’s teeth.
Steve bit me. Ouch.
I hope Steve is not rabid.

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